sbdcsierra Chapter 146 Targeting
Chapter 146 Targeting
Prince Qi smiled knowingly and said, "I didn't expect to see such a well-behaved side of Seventh Brother. He usually has a stern face. The last time I saw him so well-behaved was when he was a child. He looks so cute now."
Long Chu, who was standing to the side, felt helpless after listening to this and sighed inwardly. He had originally wanted to change the subject, but how did it end up being so awkward?
After hearing the others teasing Xiao Han, Ye Lingwei cast a resentful glance at Long Chuqing. She was still indignant and couldn't help but think to herself, "What right does a country bumpkin like her have?"
In no time, Xiao Han had finished writing the poem. He presented it to everyone, and after they read it, they all gave him a thumbs up.
"As expected, the seventh prince is still the most capable," Prince Rui praised after reading it.
“Seventh Brother,” King Xuan scratched his head and asked, “How did you come up with these words? Why can’t I come up with such good words?”
Upon hearing this, Prince Qi laughed heartily: "Haha... Sixth Brother, don't be discouraged! Go back and study more, and strive to surpass Seventh Brother next time."
King Xuan waved his hand dismissively: "Forget it, if I wanted to surpass them, I would have done so long ago. I'm simply not cut out for it. I have that much self-awareness."
Ye Lingwei composed herself. After reading Xiao Han's poems, she couldn't help but marvel at them. Such exquisite poems were truly worthy of him.
She said in a gentle tone, "Your Highness is truly a man of great literary talent; I am ashamed to admit my inferiority."
Xiao Han simply replied, "Miss Ye, you flatter me."
Long Chuqing finally took it and read it carefully. Although she didn't know much about these poems, she still thought it was very well written.
She smiled and said, "It's so well written, you should hang it up!"
Qingying took it from her hand, then ran over and hung up the poem.
When the scholars and writers saw it, they all went over to take a look, and after reading it, they were full of praise, clapping and exclaiming in admiration.
Ye Lingwei lowered her eyes and pondered for a moment, then gently raised her eyebrows and looked at Long Chuqing opposite her.
She raised her eyes slightly and smiled faintly: "This Miss Long must be a person of exceptional intelligence and talent. Now that we have all composed a poem, I wonder if Miss Long would be willing to compose one so that everyone can see it."
Upon hearing Ye Lingwei's words, the scholars nearby became intrigued and eager to see if this beautiful girl was truly talented and beautiful, or just all show and no substance!
Upon hearing this, a clamor arose among the crowd, who all echoed and cheered, "Indeed! I wonder if we, the humble ones, may have the honor of witnessing the young lady's talent?"
"It's just a poem; I'm sure you won't be stingy with your talent, young lady!"
In an instant, everyone adopted an expression of enjoying the spectacle and started making inflammatory remarks.
At this moment, Ye Lingwei watched Long Chuqing with great interest. She wanted to see whether the woman who could win the favor of the King of Qin attracted him with her own talent or simply relied on her beautiful appearance.
Long Chuqing really can't write poetry. Although she can recite 300 Tang poems, she can only recite them.
If you really asked her to write a poem on the spot, she really couldn't think of any good words right away. She wouldn't do something like plagiarizing 300 Tang poems.
She had always felt that these poems were too literary and did not suit her temperament, so she had never studied them much. She never thought she would need to use them one day.
Just as everyone was filled with anticipation, Long Chuqing simply said nonchalantly, "I'm very sorry, I can't write poetry."
Long Chuqing's "no" silenced the previously noisy scene; clearly, no one had expected her to answer that way.
Upon hearing this, Ye Lingwei's lips curled into a barely perceptible smirk. She secretly thought with disdain, "It seems she's nothing more than a pretty face."
Ye Lingya smiled dismissively upon hearing this, her face full of disdain. In her heart, she secretly mocked, thinking that she was just a country girl from a small rural place, all looks and no substance, ultimately not worthy of being presented to the world.
The scholars and writers present exchanged glances after hearing her words, then revealed amused expressions, whispering among themselves, some even chuckling to themselves.
"Alas... what a pity, it's all show and no substance."
"Women are all about beauty; talent is just icing on the cake. If all women were as talented as Miss Ye, how would we men stand on our own?"
"Indeed, this gentleman is right."
Some people say, "She's so beautiful, even if she doesn't have any talent, she's still pleasing to the eye!"
"It is said that a woman's virtue lies in her lack of talent. If I can marry such a beautiful woman, what does it matter if she is illiterate?"
Some people gossiped about it secretly, while others spoke openly about it.
Seeing so many people making sarcastic remarks, the princes were genuinely worried for her, after all, she was the seventh prince's friend.
Hearing their veiled mockery, Long Chuqing didn't care much. They were just insignificant people, why bother arguing with them!
Zi Guang and Qing Ying, standing to the side, became furious and indignant after hearing the words of those so-called literati.
Looking at the faces of those so-called gentlemen makes me angry. I mutter to myself, these people are really short-sighted, all they can do is stir up trouble.
Xiao Han quickly scanned the room with a cold gaze and said indifferently, "Writing poetry is just a personal hobby; not everyone is interested in poetry."
"Everyone talks about the arts of music, chess, calligraphy, and painting, but who can say that someone who can't write poetry is talentless? If that were true, then how many of the people here can write truly exquisite poems?"
"And who says that anyone who comes here must be able to write poetry?"
After Xiao Han finished speaking, Xuan Wang chimed in, "That's right, Seventh Brother is right. There's no rule that says everyone has to be able to write poetry."
Prince Qi also said loudly, "Those who make sarcastic remarks are not necessarily all-knowing. If they were truly so talented, they wouldn't need to show off their little literary skills here."
After hearing what Xiao Han and the others said, everyone's faces turned ugly, after all, some of them didn't write very good poems.
I came here today to exchange ideas, and I am still learning and exploring. After hearing this, I felt ashamed.
Some people, after hearing their words, secretly regretted that they had been too abrupt. Indeed, no one stipulates that only those who can write poetry are talented.
Someone stepped forward and said, "Since we're talking about music, chess, calligraphy, and painting, this young lady just said she can't write poetry. I wonder if she can play any of the other four arts? We have a guqin here that you can play, as well as brushes, ink, paper, and inkstones that you can use for painting."
Today, there have been several instances of people targeting Long Chuqing, and Xiao Han's face darkened with displeasure.
He narrowed his eyes slightly, intending to step forward to help again, but Long Chuqing quickly pulled him back and shook her head at him.